line up! line up.  dietrich and van meter control three other guards. ed shouse, jim leslie and earl adams - three other cons armed with makeshift clubs and spivs -- join the escape. meanwhile.
cut it out shouse!
dietrich was your pal, up to you. dillinger sees the abject fear in shouse's eyes. and dillinger's mood swings. he lowers the shotgun.  then, he snaps the butt across shouse's face. breaks shouse's cheekbone. dillinger pulls back and slams the heavy butt dead center, smashing shouse's nose and orbital socket. dillinger opens the door and kicks shouse out of the moving car.
okay?
hiya harry.
tosses berman a rubber banded roll of bills while.
you three! let's go! .to three pretty tellers hiding under a desk.
c'mere, honey. buick's moving faster. dillinger pulls her onto the running board next--:o boyard. the buick roars away.
face each other. join hands. pierpont binds them loosely to the tree.
change a. twenty? teller looks up at pierpont but is staring into the 45 cal. barrel of a tommy gun while.
i want to take 66 and check banks in denver and phoenix. we'll meet you in tucson on the 25th.
fire in the hotel. firemen found our guns. laid for us! sorry, john.
we're getting shanghaied to ohio!